Angel of Shadow
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “Do we have to go back?” “No way. We’re not going to be stopped by a few branches,” I said. Keeping one hand on his back, I reached over him and broke off a few more of the limbs that were directly in our way. I grabbed a thicker branch for balance and stepped around Bram, positioning myself in front of him. “I’m going to sit down here. Just put your arms around my neck and your legs around my middle, okay?” I lowered myself onto the log and he obeyed silently. I could feel his small frame quivering as he latched onto my back. “Stop looking down,” I told him. “It’ll be easier.” “How’d you know?” “That you were looking down?” I felt him nod his head against my back and I laughed quietly. “You know you’ve been staring down there almost constantly. It wasn’t hard to guess.” “Well,” he said in a soft voice, “it’s scary down there.” “I know, kiddo.” “And,” he continued, his voice even quieter, as though he hoped it would fade into nothingness, “your Shadow is down there.” I stilled. “You don’t ever have to worry about my Shadow. I control it … and I wouldn’t hurt you with it, Bram.” “Yeah. Alright,” he said softly. I couldn’t see the expression on his face, but he sounded like he believed me—a tentative belief, perhaps, but it would do.
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Title: Blood and Roses
Series: Tainted Hearts #3.5
Author: Lylah James Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Genre: Mafia Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design
Release Date: February 27, 2018
Blurb
Maria
I was trapped. There was nothing left of me.
Then he came and wanted to make me his.
He saved me. He gave me a home, a family.
He made sweet love to me.
I was his Angel. He was my everything.
I thought we would live happily ever after, but there are no happy endings in the mafia life.
I found this out the hard way, as the blood flowed, red as rosesâ¦
Lyov
Angel. The word meant nothing until I saw her.
I found her in a place worse than hell. She calls me her savior.
But I didnât save her. I captured the pretty angel and made her mine.
Life was perfect. I had everything I wanted.
I was her salvation. She was my redemption.
Until I lost her.
Angels deserve happy endings, but monsters like me donât.
My darkness became hers, and our happily-ever-after became tainted.
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âI am a mad man, Maria. And you tested my patience today,â he hissed, his face coming so close to mine and I shivered in his hold.
My hand came up and gripped his wrist, not to dislodge his hold from my throat but to keep it there. His eyes flared dangerously and I knew I was playing with fire.
âI am sorry,â I whispered.
âNo. I donât think you are.â
Shock coursed through my body at his words and I flinched. The tears made another appearance. I tried to deny his claim but the look on his face stopped me.
âStand up,â he ordered softly. But oh, it was every bit menacing.
My body was his, my mind was hisâ¦and I obeyed instantly. There was no hesitation. His grip released my throat and I stood up on shaking legs in front of Master.
âYou broke my rules, Maria. The rules are there to protect you and you consciously went against me. I canât keep you safe like this.â
My chin wobbled against the effort to keep my tears at bay. I was ashamed. Embarrassed. And wanted nothing more than for Lyov to just hold me.
But he was angry. Iâd made him angry.
âYou know what happens when you break one of my rules. You are aware of the consequences,â he continued in the same harsh, rough voice.
I nodded silently.
âYour words,â he demanded. Each word hit me like a harsh lash against my fragile skin. Lyov was brutal.
âYes. I am aware of the consequences, Master.â Maybeâ¦just maybe that was why I did it.
He stared me down, his grey eyes icy. âGood. Undress then.â
I went to quickly do as I was told, gripping my nightgown and starting to pull it over my head but Lyovâs voice stopped me.
âSlowly, Maria. Undress slowly for me.â
His words sent a shiver down my body, all the way to my toes. My thighs clenched. Lyov sat back lazily and watched me intently. Without taking his eyes off me, he took a bottle of scotch from the small table beside him and poured some in a glass.
His head was cocked to the side as he brought the glass to his lips and sipped slowly. The darkness in his eyes didnât disappear. It was still there and more. Intense. Furious. Dangerous.
There was a fiery need inside of me. My hands trembled as I brought them up to unbutton my nightgown. My fingers fumbled with the buttons and Lyov watched me with rapt attention, an eyebrow raised mockingly.
Finally, when all six buttons were open, I breathed out a sigh. My hands paused and my stomach clenched. Slowly, like Lyov wanted me to, I pushed the nightgown down my shoulders and then my arms before it pooled at my feet.
I was left with only my bra and panties. The cold air caressed me and goosebumps rose on my skin. I shivered even though Lyovâs heat was penetrating into my every pore.
His gaze was filled with danger, brutalityâ¦and need.
At the thought of Lyov being in complete control and seeing him exude dominance with just a mere glance, or just a simple wordâit had my senses in override.
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Lylah James lives with her parents and younger brother somewhere in Canada. She uses all her spare time to write. If she is not studying, sleeping, writing or working â she can be found with her nose buried in a good romance book, preferably with a hot alpha male.
Writing is her passion. The voices in her head wonât stop and she believes they deserve to be heard and read. Lylah James writes about drool worthy and total alpha males, with strong and sweet heroines. She makes her readers cry â sob their eyes out, swoon, curse, rage and fall in love. Mostly known as the Queen of cliffhanger and the #evilauthorwithablacksoul, she likes to break her readersâ hearts and then mend them again.
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Title: Tapping Out
Series: A Fighting Love Novel
Author: Nikki Ash
Genre: MMA Romance/Stand Alone
Release Date: January 27, 2018
Being a fighter is in my blood. My grandfather was a fighter, my father was a fighter, and I'm a fighter. I live for the rush of adrenaline and sensation of victory. When I fight, I give it my all. I step into the octagon and I fight until there's nothing left to fight for.
He's been my best friend for most of my life. I've fought with him, fought against him, and for the longest time I fought for him, for us. Until he pushed me away, leaving me no choice but to tap-out.
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Fighting is what saved me. It shed the old me and I became a newer shinier version of myself. Until it took away everything I loved. I gave up and tapped out.
Then one day, she came back into my life and reminded me that some things in life are worth fighting for. Now I'm fighting for us, day by day, proving to her that our happily ever after is worth fighting for.
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Two lines mean pregnant. One line means not.
Two lines. Pregnant.
One line. Not.
I sit on the edge of the tub in the bathroom with the door locked. My head is down as I stare at the tiled floor. There are thirty-four tiles. One is cracked. The grout is dirty. I should buy better cleaning supplies. The test said three minutes. It’s probably been closer to ten but I can’t look. Will the test still be accurate if I don’t look right away? Maybe I should take another one just in case.
Two lines and my life changes.
One line and nothing changes.
“Bella! You have been in there forever. Are we still going to dinner? The shower isn’t even running. Gina is going to be here any minute.” When I don’t respond, Tristan knocks on the door, again. “Bella!”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I yell through the door praying he can’t hear the tremble in my voice. If he knows I’m freaking out, he will without a doubt force his way in here to find out what’s going on, and right now, Tristan is probably the last person I want knowing what’s going on.
Taking a deep breath, I stand up and walk slowly toward the counter silently praying for one line, like praying now is going to make a difference, like if I pray right this second, the results will miraculously change in my favor. The second line will just disappear and all will be right with the world. Maybe I don’t need a miracle. Maybe there’s only one line. Maybe I am freaking out over nothing. I swear to God if there’s only one line, I am getting on birth control today! Not that I’ll need it, because if I’m not pregnant, I’m never having sex again! Ok, maybe not never again but not anytime in the near future.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. After holding it in for a few seconds, I let out a slow exhale. Nope, doesn’t work, I’m still freaking out. I open my eyes and stare at the test.
Nikki Ash resides in South Florida where she is an English teacher and mom by day and a writer by night. When she’s not writing, you can find her with a book in her hand. From the Boxcar Children to Wuthering Heights to the latest Single Parent Romance, she has lived and breathed every type of book.
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Coming Feb 13th! THE PEER AND THE PUPPET by B.B. Reid Genre: New Adult Series: When Rivals Play (Book One) THE PUPPET Borrow the bike. Win the race. Collect the cash. It should’ve been an easy job. Ran out of town with a broken leg and a lawsuit, my mother’s latest flame swoops in like a knight in gilded armor. Blackwood Keep is a place I don’t belong, and I’m not the only one who knows. To the boy across the hall, my savior’s only son, I’m a stray looking for a bone. He’s lord of the manor. King of the academy. And number one on my shit list. THE PEER I have no intentions of becoming a happy family with the social climber and her wild daughter. A bottle of Jameson and a cracked skull gets my problem shipped to reform school, but I didn’t bank on her returning. Four’s out to get even, and she almost had the perfect plan: expose the privileged kid moonlighting as a gangbanger. She’s smart, but she’ll have to be smarter. Sending her away won’t be good enough this time. I’m going to have to tame the little troublemaker. To the girl across the hall, the one without a name, I’m nothing without my silver spoon. She’s lady of the trailer park. Queen of the swamps. And my new favorite pastime. *** The Peer and the Puppet is the first standalone in the When Rivals Play series, however, it is strongly recommended you tune in for the rest of the series. ABOUT THE SERIES While fighting demons and giving into desires, a crew is caught up in an age-old war between rival gangs. WHEN RIVALS PLAY is a new adult series of standalone which includes an enemies-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, second chance, and forbidden romance. The Peer and the Puppet The Moth and the Flame The Punk and the Plaything The Prince and the Pawn *** CONNECT WITH B.B. REID! www.bbreid.com Instagram Subscribe Amazon Bookbub Add on Goodreads! Follow Me BackThe next seductive, unforgettable stand-alone romance in the FIGHT FOR ME series from NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author A.L. Jackson . . .Coming February 5th
"This is why I read romance.” - Lauren Rowe, USA Today and International Bestselling Author
The next seductive, unforgettable stand-alone romance in the FIGHT FOR ME series from NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author A.L. Jackson . . .
Kale Bryant. Arrogant. Gorgeous. Commanding.
This ER doctor is married to his job. His only vice is one-night stands and short-lived flings. He learned a long time ago loving someone isn’t worth the risk.
Harley Hope Masterson. Beautiful. Brave. Sweet.
The owner of a small coffee shop knows what it’s like to struggle. Embroiled in a bitter divorce, she’s threatened with losing everything.
When Kale accepts a new position down the street from Hope’s shop, he begins to question every wall he’s built around his heart.
He wants her in a way he hasn’t wanted anyone.
One touch is fire.
One kiss, and he’s spinning out of control.
But taking her won’t come without consequences.
Hope is in for the fight of her life. One neither of them saw coming.
Now Kale must decide if loving her is worth risking it all.
She will fight with everything she has.
But sometimes even hope needs a hero . . .
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I watched him stride across the café toward the door, hating the way everything tightened when he did. His or mine, I wasn’t sure. But it was there. Heavy. Pressing on my heart. I couldn’t stop from watching him through the big windows as he started down the sidewalk, the man a scorching silhouette in the blaze of the day. But he didn’t climb into his car that was parked at the curb. He began to pace. A pace that looked like indecision and turmoil. Back and forth right on the other side of the window. His head tilted back toward the sky, as if it might hold an answer, before he set his coffee and the lollipops down on one of the open tables, dug in his pocket, and pulled out his phone. “You’re an idiot,” Jenna hissed from beside me. “That guy likes you, and he’s literally the hottest thing to ever walk through that door. And he bought All. The. Lollipops.” Maybe that was part of the problem. “I don’t get simple,” was my response. “What if he doesn’t want simple?” I would have answered her, told her that in the end, everyone did. They always took the easy way out when the going got tough. Except the café phone rang. I moved for it, thankful for the distraction, something to keep my feet from rounding the counter and running after him. Because what the hell would that accomplish? I lifted the receiver from the wall and pressed it to my ear. “A Drop of Hope. How can I help you?” “Go out with me.” His gravelly voice echoed through the line. A surprised sound whispered from my lips, and Kale was suddenly at the window, his face pressed to the glass, hand shading his eyes so he could see inside. His other hand was holding his cell to his ear. “Go out with me, Hope. Just dinner. Because I can’t fucking stop thinking about you. Couldn’t after I saw you the first time at Olive’s on Friday night. It only got worse after I saw you here Monday morning. I don’t know what it is about you . . . but there’s something that makes me want to figure it out.” My breaths were hard pants, my heart a jackhammer in my chest. “My life’s complicated, Kale.” “And I’m offering you a night away from it. Don’t you at least deserve that?” I wanted to beg him, what then? What happened if I fell for that smirk and that smile and those tender eyes? Fast and hard? I could already feel myself slipping. My heart tipping his direction. What happened if Dane found out? What then? But I was so tired of that man controlling every aspect of my life, even after I’d made the decision to cut him from it. Jenna was suddenly in my face, gripping my wrist, her voice a hard, demanding whisper. “You tell him yes, Harley Hope. Don’t you dare hang up that phone without telling him yes. You deserve something just for you. Just for you.” Indecision swarmed, questions and worries and want. But it was the feeling balled in my stomach that trembled the floor beneath my feet. The urge to reach out and touch on the beauty and tenderness that swam in his eyes. To discover if it was real. The throb of desire that begged, a whisper in my ear that goaded—just one touch. The hidden need to feel those hands skating my flesh. I guessed I’d thought I’d never crave that again, my life fulfilled, my spirit content in knowing I was living for what was right. Jenna squeezed tighter, my bossy best friend mouthing the word as she angled her head with the demand. “Say yes.” It was at the same second Kale fisted his hand against the window, his forehead rocking against it, his own words a petition. “Come on, Hope. Say yes. I promise you, you won’t regret it.” A hint of playfulness came out on the last, but it didn’t matter, because I was agreeing. “Yes,” I murmured, wanting to feel something good even though I wasn’t so much a fool that I didn’t know I was making a mistake. That in the end, it wouldn’t hurt. Because it already felt as if this mattered. As if he mattered. “Okay. One night. Just dinner,” I reiterated. He breathed out in what sounded like relief. “Just dinner.” As if anything could ever be as simple as that. Do you want a quick mobile update letting you know Follow Me Back is live? Text “aljackson” to 33222
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
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Chapter One
Yardley Devereaux, age 16 I don't belong here. I realize being the new kid makes people give you a second look, but I don't think it should give them permission to stare at you like you have a second head growing out of your nose. Or a monstrous zit on your chin. Or a period stain on your pants. At this point it’s all the same. Not to mention, I don't think anyone can prepare you for what it feels like to eat lunch alone, like some social reject. The smell of burnt tater tots makes my stomach churn, and the milk on my tray expires today. I'm pretty sure the “chicken patty on a bun” they gave me is nothing more than pink slime baked to a rock-hard consistency. I’m unwilling to risk chipping a tooth, so I refuse to try it. Checking my watch for the millionth time, I calculate approximately 3 1/2 hours left until I can go home and tell my parents what an amazing first day I had. That’s what they want to hear anyway. Dad moved us here from California with the promise that we were going to be richer than sin, whatever that means. But if Missouri is such a gold mine then why doesn't the rest of the world move here? So far, Lambs Grove looks like the kind of place you'd see in some independent film about a mother trying to solve her son's murder with the help of a crooked police department, starring Jake Gyllenhaal, JK Simmons, and Frances McDormand. Okay, I'm probably being dramatic. But this place is pretty lame. I miss the ocean. I miss the constant sunshine and the steady stream of seventy-five degree days. I miss the swaying palm trees. I miss my friends. Forcing your kid to move away from the town they’ve grown up in their entire life—in the middle of their sophomore—year is cruel. I don't care how rich dad says we’re going to get, I'd have rather stayed in Del Mar, driven a rusting Honda, and paid my own way through a technical college if it had meant we didn't have to move. And can we talk about my name for a second? Yardley. Everyone here has normal names. Alyssa. Monica. Taylor. Heather. Courtney. If I have to spell my name for someone one more time I’m going to scream. My mom wanted my name to be special and different because apparently she thinks I'm special and different, but naming your daughter Yardley doesn’t make her special. It just makes it so she’ll never find her name on a souvenir license plate. I’d go by my middle name if it weren’t equally as bad, but choosing between Yardley and Dove is akin to picking your own poison. Yardley Dove Devereaux. My parents are cruel. I rest my case. I pop a cold tater tot into my mouth and force myself to chew. I'll be damned if I'm that girl sitting in third block with a stomach growling so loud it drowns out the teacher. I don't need more people staring. Pulling my notebook from my messenger bag, I pretend to focus on homework despite the fact that it's the first day of spring semester and none of my teachers have assigned anything yet, but it’s better than sitting here staring at the block walls of the cafeteria like some loser. Pressing my pen into the paper, I begin to write: Monday, January 7, 2008 This day sucks. The school sucks. This town sucks. These people suck. After a minute, I toss my pen aside and exhale. “What about me? Do I suck?” A pastel peach lunch tray plops down beside me followed by a raven-haired boy with eyes like honey and a heartbreaker’s smile. My heart flutters in my chest. He's gorgeous. And I have no idea why he's sitting next to me. “Nevada.” “No. California. I’m from Del Mar,” I say, clearing my throat and sitting up straight. The boy laughs through his perfectly straight nose. I can't take my eyes off his dimpled smirk. He can’t take his eyes off me. “My name,” he says. “It's Nevada. Like the state. And you are?” “New,” I say. He laughs at me again, eyes rolling. “Obviously. What’s your name?” My cheeks warm. Apparently, I can’t human today. “Yardley.” “Yardley from California.” He says my name like he’s trying to memorize it as he studies me. I squirm, wanting to know what he’s thinking and why he’s gazing at me like I’m some kind of magnificent creature and not some circus sideshow new girl freak. “What brings you here?” He pops one of my tator tots between his full lips, grinning while he chews. Nevada doesn't look like the boys where I’m from. He doesn't sound like them either. He isn't sun kissed with windswept surfer hair. His features are darker, more mysterious. One look at this tall drink of water and I know he’s wise beyond his years. Mischievous and charismatic but also personable. He’s … everything. And he’s everything I never expected to come across in a town like this. A group of girls at the table behind us gape and gawk, whispering and nudging each other. It occurs to me then that this might be a set-up, that this beautiful boy might be talking to this awkward new girl as a dare. “Ignore them,” he says when he follows my gaze toward the plastic cheerleader squad sitting a few feet away. “They’re just jealous.” I lift a brow. “Of what?” He smirks, laughing at me like I’m supposed to ‘get it.’ “What?” I ask. If this is a joke, I want to be in on it. I refuse to add butt-of-the-joke to the list of reasons why this day can go to hell. “They’re jealous because they think I’m about to ask you out,” he says, licking his lips. Nevada hasn’t taken his eyes off me since the moment he sat down. “Should I go inform them that they have absolutely no reason to shoot daggers our way?” His expression fades. “Why would you say that?” “Because …” I laugh. “You’re not about to ask me out.” “I’m not?” I peel my gaze off of him and glance down at my untouched lunch. “Why are you doing this?” “Why am I doing what? Talking to you? Trying to get the courage to ask you on a date?” I glance up, studying his golden gaze and trying to determine if he’s being completely serious right now. “You’ve never seen me before in your life and then you just … plop down next to me and ask me on a date?” I shake my head before rising. If I have to dump my tray and hide in the bathroom until the bell rings, then so be it. “Where are you going?” My lips part. “I … I don’t know. I …” Nevada reaches for me, wrapping his hand around my wrist in a silent plea for me to stay. “Do you have a boyfriend back in California? Is that what this is about?” “What? No.” This guy is relentless. “Then go on a date with me,” he says, rising. “Friday.” “Why?” His expression fades. “Why?” The bell rings. Thank God. “I was new once. So I get it,” he says, fighting another dimpled smirk. God, I could never get tired of looking at a face like his. “And, uh … I think you’re, like, really fucking hot.” Biting my lower lip and trying my damnedest to keep a straight face, I decide I won’t be won over that easily. It takes a lot more than a sexy smile, some kind words, and a curious glint in his sunset eyes. If he truly wants me … if this isn’t a joke and he honestly thinks I’m “really fucking hot,” he’s going to have to prove it. “Bye, Nevada,” I say, gathering my things and disappearing into a crowd of students veering toward two giant trash cans. I don’t wait for him to respond and I don’t turn around, but I feel him watching me—if that’s even possible. There’s this electric energy pulsing through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I’m not sure if it’s excitement or anticipation or the promise of hope … but I can’t deny that it’s real and it’s there. Making my way to the second floor of Lambs Grove High, I find my English Lit classroom and settle into a seat in the back. For the tiniest sliver of a second, I imagine the two of us together. We’re laughing and happy and so in love that it physically hurts—the kind of thing I’ve never had with anyone else. The tardy bell rings and a few more students shuffle in. My teacher takes roll call before beginning his lecture, but I don’t hear any of it. I can’t stop thinking about that beautiful boy. Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi. 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R.S. Grey's next release, THE BEAU & THE BELLE, releases Thursday, February 1st - but be sure to preorder it for .99c now!
About THE BEAU & THE BELLEBeau Fortier starred in most of my cringe-worthy teenage fantasies. I met him when I was a junior in high school, a time that revolved exclusively around bad hair, failed forays into flirting, and scientific inquiries into which brand of toilet paper worked best for stuffing bras. That is, until Beau moved into the small guest house just beyond my bedroom window. A 24-year-old law student at Tulane, Beau was as mysterious to me as second base (both in baseball and in the bedroom). He was older. Intimidating. Hot. Boys my age had chicken legs and chubby cheeks. Beau had calloused hands and a jaw cut from steel. Our interactions were scarce—mostly involving slight stalking on my end—and yet deep down, I desperately hoped he saw me as more of a potential lover than a lovesick loser. Turns out, I was fooling myself. My fragile ego learned that lesson the hard way. Now, ten years later, we’re both back in New Orleans, and guess who suddenly can’t take his eyes off little ol’ me. My old friend, Mr. Fortier. But things have changed. I’m older now—poised and confident. My ego wears a bulletproof vest. The butterflies that once filled my stomach have all perished. When I was a teenager, Beau warned me to guard my heart. Let’s hope he knows how to guard his. Add THE BEAU & THE BELLE to your Goodreads list here! ★AMAZON US: http://amzn.to/2DVSRNd ★AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/ ★AMAZON CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/ ★AMAZON AU: http://amzn.to/2DGRoqO
About R.S. GreyR.S. Grey is the USA Today bestselling author of thirteen novels, including THE FOXE & THE HOUND. She lives in Texas with her husband and two dogs, and can be found reading, binge-watching reality TV, or practicing yoga! Visit her at rsgrey.com Website | Twitter | Facebook | R.S. Grey's Little Reds Facebook Group | Newsletter | Instagram
Title: Marx Girl
Author: T L Swan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 28, 2018
Blurb
Ben
We met five years ago when I was her familyâs bodyguard. Our time together was a secret. Her touch was differentâ¦. addictive. I fell hard and fast and then I left. Iâve thought about her every day since. As I sit here at a wedding watching her with her new boyfriendâ¦â¦I have regrets. Regrets for the past things Iâve done. But I wonât regret what Iâm about to do. She's telling me no but her body's telling me yes. I need her beneath me. Iâm having her tonight. Bridget. Itâs the little things I remember about Ben. His smile and the icing sugar he had on his pancakes. What started out as private jokes between us soon turned into private visits. The quiet man at the back of the crowd. His dry wit made me laugh. His dominant body ruined me forever He never told me he loved me, until he was leaving. That was five years ago. Things are looking up for me. I met someone, someone special. But Ben is back. I find myself thinking about him ......more than I should. No matter how hard my heart is freefalling from my chest. I will never go back there. You only get to break my heart once.
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Lover of her husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.
When she is not writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with friends.
Writing is her passion.
Books by T L Swan
Stanton Adore
Stanton Unconditional
Stanton Completely
Stanton Bliss
Find Me Alastar
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Today we are celebrating the release of HERE COMES THE SUN, a contemporary romance title that is part of the bestselling Green Mountain/Butler, Vermont series by Marie Force. Check out the buy links, and a snippet from chapter 1, below.
Here Comes the Sun by Marie Force
Book Blurb:Wade Abbott is one and done.One look, one conversation, one weekend, and he knows who he wants. Except, Mia Simpson is not free to return his affection. In fact, he suspects she's in an abusive marriage, but she never confirms that, and he has no choice but to mind his own business where she's concerned. Two years after they first met and a year after he last heard from her, Mia shows up half-frozen, bruised and beaten on his doorstep, needing something only Wade can provide. He's determined to make it work, no matter the cost. Grab the latest in a series you will fall in love with!
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Every time she’d left him, she’d done so under a veil of panic, certain this would be the time her secret friendship with Wade would be discovered by a man who would kill her before he’d let anyone else have her. But somehow, they’d gotten away with it. Other things had transpired that’d convinced her to stay away from Wade, for his safety as much as hers, but she’d never stopped thinking about him, wondering about him or wishing that things were different.
Had he thought about her, too? Or had he moved on with someone else? Was there a woman sleeping in his bedroom at this very moment? Would he hold her this way if he had someone else? If it meant saving her life, she knew for sure he would. But once her body was warm, would he leave her to join the woman he loved? That was like a knife to her heart. Thoughts of him had kept her alive long before tonight, and all her hopes were pinned on him being willing to help her now. She wiggled even closer to him and encountered evidence that he wanted her as much as he always had. He gasped as she rubbed against him. “Mia…” The proof of his desire freed her to ask for what she wanted more than anything. “Will you kiss me, Wade?” He stared at her, seeming incredulous. “Are you really here asking me to kiss you? Will I wake up tomorrow to find out I dreamed this?” She placed her hand on his face because she’d wanted to for so long and now she could. “It’s not a dream. I’m really here, and I’ve been dying for your kiss for as long as I’ve known you.” Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and released it before opening them again. “What about your husband?” “I don’t have a husband.” A strangled sound escaped his tightly clenched jaw in the second before his lips found hers with the light of the fire and years of yearning to guide them. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “I’m okay, and I really want you to kiss me.” He kissed her like a man possessed. His fingers dug into her hair and shaped her skull, making it impossible for her to escape, not that she had any wish to be anywhere but right there with him. She’d waited what felt like forever for him to kiss her, and the reality was a thousand times better than the fantasies had ever been. To call this a kiss didn’t do justice to the feelings that exploded inside her as his tongue found hers in an erotic, sensual dance that made her dizzy and weak with longing. “Mia…” He withdrew slowly, gently kissing the uninjured side of her face, jaw and neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.” “Don’t stop.” She sounded desperate and wanton but couldn’t be bothered to care. Combing her fingers through his hair, she brought him back for more. They kissed like they were afraid this was all they’d ever have. Perhaps it was. Perhaps he wouldn’t be able to help her, and if that were the case, she’d have no choice but to leave him. For his sake, as well as hers, it would have to be all or nothing. One kiss became two and then three, and when they came up for air, he was pressed up against her, and she wasn’t cold anymore. Not even kind of. He gazed at her, the firelight turning his hair and skin to pure gold. “Who hurt you, Mia?” “The man I used to love.” “Why would he do this to you?” He ran his fingertips gently over the bruise on her left cheek. “That’s a very long story.” “You can’t go back to him,” he said fiercely. “I knew he was hurting you, but I couldn’t prove it, and you’d never talk to me about him.” “Because I couldn’t.” “How did you get here?” “I drove as far as I could, but my car got stuck in a drift on the way into town. I walked the rest of the way.” “That’s miles from here!” “I don’t know how far it was, but it took a long time, and then when I got here and you weren’t home… The last thing I remember is reaching for the door hoping you wouldn’t mind.” “I wouldn’t have. Of course you could’ve come in.” “I must’ve passed out before I made up my mind.” “My place isn’t easy to find. You’d have to know where it is to find it, especially in this weather.” “After you gave me your address, I looked it up on a map, and I memorized the route.” “Why, Mia? Why did you memorize the way to my home?” “Because I knew I’d come to you as soon as I could. I only hoped that I’d still be welcome after all this time.” “You’re always welcome with me. You know that.” He looked at her with love and joy and hope. So much hope that her heart contracted. “You still haven’t told me what happened or why you came tonight, in the middle of a blizzard.” “Because…” She swallowed hard, summoning the fortitude she needed to say the words. “I need you to do something for me.” “I’d do anything for you.” His fierce words made her want to weep from the relief of knowing she hadn’t misjudged him or his feelings for her. “Tell me what you need, Mia. There’s nothing you could ask of me that would be too much.” Looking up to meet his intense brown-eyed gaze, she said, “I need you to marry me.”
---------------CHECK OUT THE REST OF THE GREEN MOUNTAIN/ BUTLER, VERMONT SERIESWelcome to Vermont and the Green Mountain and Butler Series, featuring the Abbott family, proprietors of the Green Mountain Country Store, and their Coleman cousins. Since All You Need Is Love was released in 2014, the Abbott/Stillman/Coleman clan has stolen the hearts of readers, and Fred the Moose has earned himself a cult following. Hope you enjoy Butler!
Green Mountain Series Book 1: All You Need Is Love (Will & Cameron) Book 2: I Want to Hold Your Hand (Nolan & Hannah) Book 3: I Saw Her Standing There (Colton & Lucy) Book 4: And I Love Her (Hunter & Megan) Book 4.5: You’ll Be Mine, Will and Cam’s Wedding Novella Book 5: It’s Only Love (Gavin & Ella) Book 6: Ain’t She Sweet (Tyler & Charlotte) Butler, Vermont Series (a continuation of the Green Mountain Series) Book 1: Every Little Thing (Grayson & Emma) Book 2: Can’t Buy Me Love (Patrick & Mary) Book 3: Here Comes the Sun (Wade & Mia) -----------------------AUTHOR INFORMATION:
About the Author M.S. Force is the erotic alter-ego of New York Times bestselling author Marie Force. All three books in her initial Quantum Trilogy were New York Times bestsellers in 2015, and the Quantum Trilogy became the Quantum Series with Rapturous and Ravenous, with more to come! Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of more than 50 contemporary romances, including the Gansett Island Series, which has sold nearly 3 million books, and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books, which has sold 1.5 million books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series, written under the slightly modified name of M.S. Force. All together, her books have sold more than 5.5 million copies worldwide! Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news. Join Marie's mailing list for news about new books and upcoming appearances in your area. Follow her on Twitter @marieforce and on Facebook. Join one of Marie's many reader groups. Contact Marie at marie@marieforce.com. Subscribe to her new blog to hear the latest and greatest news, including giveaways and other great prizes. Go to the blog and enter your email address on the upper right-hand side. AUTHOR LINKS:Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Newsletter | GoodreadsJoin Marie's Reader Groups
Title: Neesa: The Original Reality Series #1
Author: Dina Haynes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2018
It’s been three years since my last breakup and it was a doozy. I don't want to embarrass myself, but I’ll be honest. I was stupid. And blind. I suffered a nervous breakdown and thus reset my standards for perfection. I can’t afford to make the same mistake again.
Enter Reuben. I like him. He likes me. He has stalker tendencies. Strike one. By his own admission, he’s a player of women. Strike two. Plus, I’ve seen his jealous side. That’s three strikes, but I can’t. Stop. Myself. When his broken soul whispers to my broken heart, a new language is born.
This Netflix-and-chill era is made for guys like Reuben. Hired to investigate Neesa, he stumbles upon an unpicked flower in a city full of them, and he’s relished more than his fill. All of them empty encounters that left him jonesing for his next fix.
Not with Neesa. The more she resists his charms, the more he fights to earn her love. But, first, he’ll have to confess a secret. One with consequences dire enough to shatter his world. And hers.
We call the heroes in our favorite romances "book boyfriends" for a reason; we want to be in the heroine's shoes. Dina Haynes has come up with a new kind of novel to make you the star of a crafted fictional story with the hero of your dreams. Neesa is the first. Will you be next? Sign up now at http://bit.ly/RealityBookSeries
Dina Haynes cheated on her lackluster acting career in favor of doing more "character" work and has been writing contemporary and paranormal romance ever since. She lives in the bustling city of Los Angeles where potential characters pop off the streets and land in her pages. Follow her on social media—she likes it—via FaceBook, Instagram, Twitter, and Goodreads. And visit her website, dinahaynes.com.
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